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(people chattering)

-Captain. -Morning. Where's Parker?

Interrogation A.

Thanks for waiting.

Saw on the intake he was day shift till last week.

So I figured I'd give you a call.

FRANK: How is the man he shot?

Probable paralysis below the waist.

Captain.

-FRANK: You okay, Ted? -I guess.

I hope.

Item six.

uh, in the vicinity of the old Club San Juan this morning,

some of you may know,

uh, patrolman Ted Parker shot and wounded one Rafael Gonzalez,

an armed robbery suspect.

The actual perp was apprehended an hour later.

-Hope Parker's got some marketable skills. -LUCY: Hey, Sarge.

I heard the guy was reaching for a gun, so--

Please, everybody, no speculation until, uh--

until the investigation is completed, all right?

And let's-let's show some special restraint in the barrio.

Item seven. At today's award ceremony downtown,

Officer Jack Metcalf, who was killed in the line of duty,

will receive this city's medal of valor posthumously.

His widow will be accepting.

Item eight.

-The "Sutton Street Slasher" struck again. -(all groan)

Two more prostitutes last night, one dead, one critical at Mercy.

Uh, the current thinking is that this is a new pimp

who is trying to colonize the trade above 92nd Street.

So Officer Russo will be working undercover.

Sergeant Bates, Officer Flaherty, you'll be doing backup.

Item last. We're looking for the killer of Carl Mann,

the late, unlamented leader of the Blood,

the gang that was responsible for the massacre

of the innocent Burnett family.

He was shot last night in front of the gang headquarters.

Wanted for questioning, Alfred Williams.

He was a gang member turned police informant

who's known to some of you.

Black, 18, average height.

You can acquaint yourself with his picture on the board on the way out.

And, people, Williams is probably armed,

so, uh... take care.

-Dismissed. -(chairs scrape)

I always liked Parker. Hope they don't hang this on him.

What's new? They use you up, then they throw you away.

-What's bugging you? -Nothing, man.

You think you could break down one time and buy your own breakfast?

Tina? Russo.

So we gonna catch a movie tonight?

Patrick, I'm just not feeling very social right now, okay?

Well, let me figure this.

Sleeping together is okay,

but we wouldn't want it to lead to anything heavy,

like, uh, eating popcorn together in the balcony.

Can we talk about this later?

Hey, man, check this out, size-50 slacks.

That's hip... if you're a hippopotamus.

You ripped off these pants. Ain't my problem they don't fit.

Aw, man, cut me some slack, Jack.

Slack. Get it?

Sit!

-First name. -Euripides.

Last name.

Pants.

You rip-a these pants?

-(laughs) -(growls)

-Come with me! -Okay, okay.

I was this close, Neal, this close.

If her brother hadn't shown up from Minneapolis...

(girls yelling)

J.D.: Pinch me, Neal.

Pinch me hard.

Uh, over here! Girls. Detective. Here.

-Oh, detective! -Help us!

One more lousy joke, I'm gonna rip-a your head off.

-(girls clamoring) -Calm down and tell J.D. what happened.

(squeals)

WOMAN (on radio): Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See Surplus Store, corner People's Drive and 124th Street.

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

MAN: So you and your partner answered the call.

Dispatch says the suspect's wearing a blue ski jacket,

white high-tops, armed with a revolver.

-(door opens, closes) -About three blocks from the scene,

I spot this guy, Gonzalez, walking fast, like he's in a hurry.

Dark ski jacket, white shoes.

High-tops?

-They were white. That's all I saw. -Go on.

We pull over, we draw our guns.

Stay behind the car doors, you know, standard.

I yell, "Police! Freeze."

-In English? -The first time.

The guy backs against the wall and starts rapping in Spanish.

So I yell, "Alto. Uh, manos arriba."

But now he's turning away, reaching inside his jacket.

I thought he was going for a gun...

So I fired my weapon.

Did it occur to you that maybe he was walking fast

because it was two below last night?

He fit the description.

Speak Spanish, Officer Parker?

I completed the academy "Street Spanish" course.

And I can use the commands on the department's translation card.

But you don't understand the language?

Mi casa, su casa, couple other things.

You've had no follow-up instruction here on the Hill?

We haven't had Spanish classes since Ray Calletano left the precinct.

MAN: Want to know what Gonzalez said, Officer?

(paper rustles)

Got this from a witness across the street.

"I am legal.

I will show you.

I have a green card."

I'll get his partner at his home.

Then we've got some more potential witnesses.

Not to push, but this one's rough on the community.

Can't imagine why. Mi casa, su casa is real impressive.

My impression's been that Parker's a B-plus cop.

Call you when I have something, Captain.

GIRL: This all happened so fast. There was this humongous explosion--

It's lucky for us it happened a couple blocks from the station,

and that I happened to be here.

Now, this phone number,

is this your parents' or your own private number, Cheryl?

My own private number.

Okay. Um, Debbie St. Pierre.

Bienvenidas, Debbie. How's that cut?

WOMAN: Detective?

Detective?

You said that patrolmen are searching the area.

Can't we go?

We've got a regional tournament to get to.

Ma'am, you caught a round of ammunition through the rear window of your van.

An incident of this nature requires we ask a few questions.

But no one saw anything.

The mind can play tricks in extreme situations.

I need each individual account in detail.

Cheryl, you come this way.

NEAL: Yo, J.D.

Uh, go into interrogation, honey. I'll be right there.

Uh, this is the driver. He didn't see anything, either.

-Mm. -I'm shot at.

I park in front of your station. I get a ticket.

It's what I deserve for taking a shortcut through the Hill.

Hey, lookie here, babe.

We can't keep these people here.

Neal, there's a sniper out there,

maybe with a dangerous thing for young girls.

It's a theory, right? And I, for one, am concerned.

Sixteen will get you 20, sport.

-HOWARD: A clown beneath your window. -A mechanical clown.

It's a burger stand, Clown Burger.

And he's singing this damn Clown Burger song all day.

What would you have us do, sir? Arrest a mechanical clown?

-Sergeant. -If the owner has a permit--

Hey, listen. I'm a musician, man.

I work at night. I need my sleep.

HOWARD: Why don't you use cotton in your ears?

Lieutenant Buntz?

Uh, straight back, just keep walking.

LUCY: Kate, how you doing?

Back in the bag, back on the beat.

That's where the fun is, huh? Will you call me please? I gotta run.

Yeah.

Frank, want to catch me up on the Gonzalez shooting

-before the reporters arrive? -I'll handle the press on this one, Henry.

Any particular reason?

I've been on the case for an hour. It's just simpler.

And something else, Frank.

Alfred Williams. I want to be there when he's found.

No objections.

(telephone ringing)

Yes, I understand, but you have got to swear out--

-That's right. Have a nice day. -(telephone thuds)

-Hey, Kate! How's it going? -Fine.

-You brighten up my day, you know? -(telephone ringing)

Got a lot of police work. It's good to see you.

Buntz.

No, he's not here.

All right, I'll tell him you called. Yeah.

Lot of trivia all the time. And they got you back on patrol.

That's good.

So, uh, what brings you back down here today?

-Oh, visiting. -Uh-huh.

I just wonder--

Listen, you got time to catch a burger, huh?

-You got a half hour? -No.

No? Too bad.

What I wanted to know was, if, uh...

you had this afternoon, if, say, around 3:00--

Listen, we'll do it now.

Uh, what do you got, a professional problem?

No, no, I just have this thing that I have to do this afternoon--

I'm all jammed up.

See, this afternoon I got this thing I got to go to.

Well, all right.

-It's nothing serious, huh? -No! Not at all.

-All right. You'll catch me later, huh? -Yeah, sure.

Listen, I would, babe... except... (sighs)

You know what I got to do this afternoon?

I have got to go downtown to the awards and promotion ceremonies

to see you get your freakin' medal!

Hey, do you know what this broad did, huh?

Do you know that they are giving her the ribbon for bravery, first class?

-Hey, what's the matter? -(applause)

Don't you people read the circulars, huh?

Are you aware of the phrase

"in the highest tradition of the department?"

That is what I am gonna do.

I'm going to watch you get your medal this afternoon.

And what are you gonna do, huh?

Hey, my pal, ladies and gentlemen, Kate McBride, a hell of a cop.

Hey, learn something.

(laughs)

All right!

(cheering, applauding)

-(tires screech) -Watch it!

Creeps! The world's full of 'em.

-What is eating you? -Doofuses and creeps, take your pick.

Okay, okay. If you don't want to talk it--

Daryl Ann.

Ever since she started selling cookies at Mineldi's Market,

she's been a changed woman.

-All she can think about is her business. -Wait a minute.

Aren't you the guy who encouraged her to try to market her own cookies,

and now she's out making money on her own. You're just jealous.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, Dr. Freud!

She's not on her own. There's a man involved.

-(chuckles) A man? -A man!

A guy named Ellis, big, slick financial type.

He wants to help finance her cookie business.

I knew we'd get to the bad parts, Andy.

Only reason that I have been going to night school,

taking courses in business,

is so that I could be the financial advisor behind her rise to success.

Then why don't you let this Ellis guy, who wants to help you, make him a partner?

(scoffs) Partners?

Daryl Ann and I are supposed to be partners.

Partners for life, remember?

WOMAN (on radio): Attention, all units, 131 and Dekker,

assault with club in progress.

Twenty-two-oh-two in response.

-Oh, man, go on. -(police siren wailing)

♪ I'll make your day... ♪

Here's one for Hank.

-I'm warning you, Crumley! -(police siren wails)

I told you I'd call the police!

Hold it! Police!

Don't you hit that clown again!

Don't hit it. You hear me? I mean it.

-Give me that. -(circus music playing)

You try living with that noise underneath your window!

Oh, Ronnie, what that crazy man do to you?

This will cost you money to fix!

Hey, man, y'all guys, you don't know what it's like

having to listen to burgers and fries in your damn sleep!

Sir, do you have a permit to play this music?

Yeah! You want to see it?

You damaged this man's property. He could press charges against you.

Oh, man, you go ahead, man. You throw me in the joint.

At least I don't have to listen to no singing clown!

You want to press charges on this guy?

-Nah! But I want the clown paid for. -Well, then, just--

-I gotta pay-- -Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

You have no choice. Now get on.

You turn down this sound. You understand?

Have some consideration for your neighbors.

Let's go! Move it!

-Margaret, can we get a refill here? -MARGARET: Yeah.

We're running a little late, all right?

The girls don't start working that street before 10:00.

Sarge, we of the younger generation are gonna teach you how to relax.

Give me a break.

You want to see my imitation of bacon frying in a pan?

TINA: I have learned to ignore him.

Ah-ah! Youngsters like you should save your pennies.

You know I didn't mean nothing.

Be right back.

(gasps)

-Look. About the movie tonight? -Mm-hmm.

I think you're right.

-You do? -Mm-hmm.

I can understand,

I mean, how you wouldn't want to go public with our great romance.

You just can't quit, can you?

On the other hand,

if I just happened to show up at the Van Buren Theater, say, about 8:00,

and you just happened to be there, too, completely by coincidence,

what's wrong with a couple professionals seeing a movie together, huh?

Tell me... what's wrong? Hmm?

Change.

Ma'am? Your change.

If you're ever around the Hill, you gotta stop to say hello, okay, Cindy?

(sarcastically) I'll definitely do that.

You've been investigating for over an hour, Detective.

Let's go, girls.

Mrs. Hardtack, the law's got to take its course.

Detective, maneuvers are over as of now.

I'm only halfway through my witness list.

Man-to-man, John. Say goodbye to vestal virgins.

Regulations do not permit the exploiting of an investigation for personal gain.

Captain's orders.

You believe this miscarriage of justice, Neal?

Can I speak to you a minute in private, Detective?

Sure, Debbie. Excuse us, Detective Washington.

Yeah, what is it, darlin'?

Um, my friends told me about you,

and, well, I'm a lot more mature than they are.

And, well, I don't usually do this...

You're interested?

It's my private number.

Promise me you'll call?

Yeah, I promise.

FRANK: I can't comment on that until our investigation's completed.

You'll have to call the hospital for that information.

Fine.

-Hello, Ray. -The Gonzalez incident?

-You heard. -That's why I'm here.

Field representative? Latin-American coalition?

Going on two months now.

I've been meaning to call, catch up.

How can I help?

I'd like to have my files regarding Spanish education in the department.

What's this about?

There have been too many incidents of the kind involving Gonzalez.

The coalition is filing a suit against the department.

For what?

Our position is that this morning's shooting

was caused by the indifference to the needs of our people

for a Spanish-speaking police.

The facts aren't clear. Gonzalez--

If Parker spoke Spanish,

the shooting would not have happened, and you know it, Frank.

And you know it's not possible for every officer to speak Spanish.

Not every officer!

Just those covering Hispanic areas.

We used to talk about this, Frank.

You helped me write those letters to Chief Daniels.

You know what's in the files!

Funding situation hasn't changed.

I get money for one optional program, and we use it for neighborhood outreach.

I won't be talked out of this. I no longer wear a badge.

I can't give you those files without the city attorney's permission.

Then we'll get them by subpoena.

And we'll show all the letters from Daniels

making promises that were never kept.

Is that what this is about, getting back at the chief?

-Is that what you think? -I don't know.

Maybe it is.

But the law is behind me this time.

I don't have to be afraid of him.

For years I tried to change things and got nowhere.

Now something will finally be done.

(door slams)

Hey, Ray, que pasa, amigo?

Uh, Lieutenant, you have a "notify officer" on Alfred Williams?

Yes.

I just heard he's at his sister's. Here's the address.

I'll need backup, two men.

-(police siren wails in distance) -(chattering)

Nothing happening.

(sighs) It's cold out here.

You know where I'd like to be tonight.

Catch a movie and just lay in suds, taking a nice, hot bath.

Sounds nice.

Yeah, except she's undercover, not public speaking.

Aah, slow.

You pulling any dates?

Nah, it's chill.

-Where you from, honey? -Detroit.

Long bus ride.

We be wife-in-laws, you know?

Same stable, I mean. We're Ponchartrain.

I don't know Ponchartrain.

I work for myself. I like to keep what I earn.

Ponchartrain owns the franchise here, honey.

She say she want to work for herself.

No such a thing on this street. You choose...

or you lose.

TINA: I'm getting the picture.

Ponchartrain buy you a rabbit coat, honey.

You pretty... and White.

But you fling him attitude, he definitely gonna kick your teeth in.

Just a little friendly advice, mamacita.

Hey! I can make you happy!

So last night around 9:30 I'm trying get some sleep, right?

The phone rings. It's him, Ellis.

He wants to talk to Daryl Ann right then and there.

What did he want?

Well, she said he wanted to talk about some investors and their business,

but I hear the two of them talking in hush-hush tones.

Well, probably because she knew you were sitting there

ready to blow your stack.

Just the idea of the two of them together drives me nuts.

Renko, listen to me.

You're making too much out of this. Daryl Ann loves you.

Now, you go to her this afternoon, and you talk it out.

-You understand? -Yeah.

Yeah. And then you go your night-school class

and start getting your mind on a positive track

before you jump it altogether.

Hey, Mick.

Lee?

Can I talk to you?

(sighs)

All right, just for a second, 'cause I got to be somewhere.

Uh, go back here.

(door closes)

You look terrible.

Yeah, well, I've been off the program.

Oh, Lee!

-But I just got back on, Mick. -Well, stay on.

Look, I got something for you.

No, I can't. I'm due in court.

Stolen credit cards--

It's righteous information, Mick. I swear. You know I helped you out before.

This chick's dealing them.

Try me in a couple of days.

Mick, I need a break.

Okay. When I get the chance,

and if it checks out, I'll get you some money.

You know where I hang, right?

-Goodbye, Lee. -101st and Dekker? The park there?

-It's good, Mick. -(door opens, closes)

(baby cries)

Police! Open up!

Miss Williams, police. We're coming in.

(door opens)

What you want with us?

We're looking for your brother Alfred.

Hell with Alfred. He ain't here.

-We'll have to look for ourselves. -(rattling)

-(grunts) -Alfie!

-(screams) -MISS WILLIAMS: No!

I'll do him, Goldblume!

We have a man out there. There's no chance.

You...

Damn!

You did this to me, Goldblume!

Carl Mann knew I wore a wire for you. I had to waste him!

He put the word out on me. I was dead!

Then it was self-defense. We can make something out of that, Alfred.

-Alfred, listen to me. -Listen to you?

Again? (scoffs)

I'll testify. I promise.

But if you hurt the boy...

MISS WILLIAMS: Alfie, don't hurt my baby!

It's your own nephew.

-You're not gonna hurt your own nephew. -Shut up!

-MISS WILLIAMS: Don't do it, Alfie. -(laughs)

You trying to play me again, Goldblume.

We're going out front!

MISS WILLIAMS (crying): No! No!

-You all? Back away! -HENRY: Alfred.

Now!

MISS WILLIAMS: Alfie, you can't do this! Don't hurt my boy!

Oh, don't.

You stop there, Goldblume. I'll do what I got to do.

It isn't over, Alfred.

I can help. Let me help!

Man, all you do is help.

You're gonna help me get out of the Blood.

Help me do my art.

Now, Alfred's gonna help himself.

You hear?! You hear?!

MAN: Hey, what's going on here?

(gunfire)

Oh, God! (cries)

FRANK: Chief.

Time to circle the wagons, Frank.

Our old friend Raymondo's getting up a war party

to attack the department.

I think that's a little extreme.

Amazing the way he's bounced back.

Only a few short months ago, he was known as "Captain Taco."

I thought he'd be teaching driver's ed by now.

His case against us is pretty strong.

Press conferences? Exclusive interviews?

Certainly didn't show that much initiative when he was in uniform, huh?

Strictly siesta time then.

But get a touch of the limelight... (scoffs)

Some days, Frank, I am appalled at the moral sinkhole we all work in.

What can I do?

I want this suit stopped. It's an embarrassment.

If you're asking me to use my friendship with Ray--

Spare the sermon, will you, Frank?

Just set up a meeting.

Why do you need me?

Because el taco grande won't return my phone calls.

Okay.

Oh!

I brought a copy of all the files that he's after.

Interesting reading.

I guarantee you, Frank, if this suit proceeds,

it won't be my posterior alone that's flapping in the breeze.

-(chattering) -Oh, hello, Joyce.

Chief.

I hate it when that man smiles.

-Good instincts. -(door closes)

Problem?

Daniels covered himself on the Spanish language requirements.

He put out a memo

that passed responsibility down to the precinct captains.

Meaning you.

Know any good lawyers?

Frank, does Ray realize how this can hurt you?

He couldn't have known about the memo. Came after he left.

-Then tell him. -I can't do that.

If Ray thinks it's his duty to file suit, I'm not gonna stop him.

You're feeling guilty that you didn't save his precinct for him. Is that it?

-So now you're letting him do this to you. -Joyce.

At least let him know.

If he's strong enough to decide on his own,

he's strong enough to face all the consequences.

-Counselor, enough. -Sorry, Furillo.

You wanted a lawyer's advice. You got a wife's.

RENKO: Daryl, I am sorry to have you come all the way down here,

but I had something to talk to you about, and it just cannot wait.

Andy, that's okay. I have something to tell you too.

Well, and the last thing I want to do is keep you away from your work.

Oh, I can hardly believe that, the way you've been carrying on.

Daryl, I've been terrible, and I know it. I just wanna tell you that.

(chuckles)

I mean, here you are, trying to make a place in this world for yourself.

-And for us. -Yeah.

And all I can do is rant and rave about this guy Ellis,

when it's perfectly natural that you should need a business partner,

and you should find somebody with the experience to help you.

And I know that now.

Oh, you pretty thing.

How could I distrust you?

Oh. (laughs)

Okay, that's all I want to say.

(laughing) Oh!

I'm so glad!

-I'm so happy you understand. -Oh, I do.

'Cause it makes it easier for me to tell you.

Tell me what?

I mean, I had no idea, none, how I was gonna tell you.

Tell me.

Andy, Mr. Ellis wants me to go on a business trip with him.

-(laughs) -What did you say?

Yeah! Overnight.

Upstate. He's got these friends with department stores,

and he thinks we can persuade them to sell our cookies.

Where you gonna stay, some motel?

Some motel with a vibrating bed or something like that, huh?

Andy, it's not like that. You know you're my one and only.

No, I know I was. Now, it's Ellis and overnight business trips.

And to hell with me.

Well, to hell with you, Daryl Ann.

Andy, no, I'll tell him I won't go.

No, you tell him anything you want. Hear me?

I'm tired of this. You do whatever you want to do.

(sighs)

You're pathetic.

Oh, yeah?

You know what you are.

ALL: One nation, under God, indivisible,

with liberty and justice for all.

Chief Daniels offers his apologies.

He had to be called away on urgent police business.

And I received a telephone call this morning

if I would stand in for him and present these awards.

And naturally I said yes, it would be a great honor.

So the world came around. They're giving you the medal, huh?

I don't want to say the system works, 'cause it don't work,

but, uh, sometimes things just coincidentally come out right.

I'm real proud of you.

Thanks, Norm.

Your dad would have been real proud.

What did you do, adopt me?

Yeah. Ain't you been paying attention? (chuckles)

Jack Metcalf's widow, two kids to raise.

What a life.

Isn't it?

(sighs) Whatever the thing is, kid.

...on the second of last month,

responding to a call, "Officer needs assistance."

Officer Jack Metcalf, of the Jefferson Heights precinct,

a veteran of 15 years with that precinct,

came upon his fellow officer shot, unarmed

and in mortal peril.

Officer Metcalf came to his aid, stepped in

and drew the fire of three armed assailants, and he himself...

perished in that fight.

He leaves behind him a loving wife, Claire,

and two sons, one ten and one two.

What can begin to compensate them for their loss?

Where can relief for their sorrow come from?

Nowhere in the world.

And we mourn with them.

In the highest tradition of the department,

Officer Jack Metcalf is awarded the...

medal of valor.

This is for you, Mrs. Metcalf.

We all take courage from your husband's example.

You all right?

And we will forever honor his memory.

There is not a speck of doubt in my mind

that Daryl Ann is heading for the bright lights with Ellis.

Renko, are you sure?

She is flying upstate overnight to a motel with this rich jerk.

-Do I have to take pictures? -People go on business trips all the time.

Not Daryl Ann!

WOMAN (on radio): Noise complaint at 322 Dekker.

Any unit in vicinity, identify and respond.

Twenty-two-oh-two in response.

-(police siren wailing) -This clown killer strikes again, right?

(playing upbeat jazz)

They ruining my business! Nobody's listening to the clown--

There's no accounting for public tastes, now.

RENKO: Stop it! Stop it!

What's the matter, Johnson, man? You don't dig real sounds?

That's very funny, man. I hope you retain your sense of humor in jail.

Mr. Crumley, you can't play music on the street without a city permit.

I got a right to practice.

Not if it messes up my business.

Now calm down and talk about it, all right?

Hey, man. Look, man. Soon as you guys left, man,

-he turned that clown up to max, right? -Yeah.

Now, these are ears, man, very sensitive audio equipment.

I listen to "Train," "Bird," Lester Young.

Do you know what it does to these ears to listen to that clown all day?

BOBBY: Listen, Johnson, um,

these people are over here to listen to Mr. Crumley. Am I right?

Yeah, you're right.

But meanwhile the clown is starving, and I'm losing money.

Just-just hear me out.

Now, Mr. Crumley, you wouldn't mind that clown

if it played music that you like, right?

-I mean, you're a musician, and-- -Where you going with this, Bobby?

Mr. Johnson, why don't you let Mr. Crumley here

write you a new song?

Maybe the kind that's gonna draw customers,

like the crowd he's got here now?

I'll write you something hip, man.

You'll love it.

CLOWN: ♪ And you'll say, "hurray" ♪

-(sighs) You got a deal. -(laughs)

-Man, you love it. -(laughing)

(whistles)

TINA: Oh, no, open the window.

Come on, open up.

Hey, you don't want her. Oh, come on. Come on back here.

-Just a baby. -Hey, baby.

Hey, baby. You, baby. Yeah, you are looking so pretty.

Wait a minute. Hold it now. Look here.

Why don't you just listen to Ponchartrain for just a minute?

No. Look, I know what you want, and I've been thinking about it.

But I haven't made up my mind yet.

See, it's insurance, baby.

Simple as that. I am your life insurance.

I'm doing all right up till now.

Oh, yeah, up till now. But up till now is history.

TINA: I was never good in history.

She's got to watch this dude.

She's okay. She can handle it.

See, Ponchartrain ain't asking. He's telling.

-Let's go. -Not yet.

See, a lot of girls, they get hurt on this block, real bad.

Now, look, I never did nothing to you.

Right. But now you're gonna do for me.

Ow! Ah!

(yelling)

-(thudding) -(Tina groans)

Come on!

You okay?

I could use some help over here!

Flaherty?!

Are you okay, Sarge?

Yeah.

-Heard about Alfred Williams, Lieutenant. -I got the statements right.

Let me know when IAD calls.

Hello, Debbie.

Hi. Guess who, Debbie?

WOMAN (on recording): Hi.

-Hi. -If you're under 18, hang up now.

I'll bet when you came home, you didn't expect to find

two naked women in your bathtub.

It's for you, Raymond.

Hello.

We've been watching you at work for a few days now,

and your body's been driving us wild.

So Roxanne and I thought...

(knock on door)

Ray, come in, come in!

-How are you? -Fine, Chief.

Captain.

Well... call me sentimental,

but seeing the three of us here together again brings back old times.

They weren't all good times, Chief.

I won't mince words.

We need you back on the force.

How does "Special Consultant on Hispanic Affairs" sound to you?

Before coming here, I asked myself,

"What will the chief offer to keep me from performing my duties in this matter?"

"My old job or a consultancy."

If this is your idea of a joke--

You can't buy me off!

An innocent man is lying in a hospital, possibly paralyzed for life.

I want my files.

So I was wrong about you, huh, Ray?

You're not one of us after all.

But don't try convincing yourself that you're doing this for your people.

What I'm offering you is real.

Every policy that would impact on the Hispanic community

would come through you.

(sighs) All right, Frank, give him whatever files he wants.

But when you look them over,

make sure you notice where the finger is pointing, hmm.

(door opens)

It's not at me.

(door closes)

I'm sorry.

What does he mean?

He sent out a memo six months ago.

Precinct captains are now responsible for continuing language instruction

or rather, nonexistent Spanish instruction.

You knew this before, and you didn't say anything?

I didn't think it was relevant.

You have to do what you think is right.

Yes, what I think is right.

You're a good friend to me, Frank.

But I must decide what my duty in this situation is.

(door closes)

So I got this undercover thing.

I need a girl, someone to pass in the high life,

who doesn't sound like she's chewing gum even when she is.

-And that's me? -And that's you.

And now you see, uh, you got a ribbon.

Now, today, tomorrow, everybody at the post congratulating you.

You put in a request, they're odds-on to grant it.

Undercover?

Norm?

Hey, Solly! It's good to see you.

Solly Riposo, Kate McBride.

-Kate, congratulations. -Thank you.

You got a minute?

I got a minute, yeah.

I'll be right back.

MAN: Trying to maneuver, see?

Work him around till I get a good shot down.

Down Clinton Street, you understand?

The guy's drawing on me. By that time, I'm on my way to the ground.

Joey's down. I don't know how bad he's hurt.

My gun hand's sweating.

Well, I dive to the ground, get one shot off at him

just before he turns the corner.

If ever there's anything that I or anyone in my command can do.

Thank you. You've been very kind.

At any time at all.

Mrs. Metcalf.

Officer McBride, congratulations.

Thank you.

It's, uh, it's nice to receive some recognition.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, well.

-I'm very sorry about your husband. -Thank you.

That was a lovely speech the inspector gave. Don't you think?

Yes, it was.

Mrs. Metcalf, my father was a member of the force.

-He died in the line of duty when I was-- -Excuse me, Mrs. Metcalf?

I'd like to introduce you to State Senator O'Brien.

I'm sorry. Would you excuse me, please?

-Hello. -Hello, ma'am.

You can call me Kate. That's my name.

-What's your name? -John Metcalf Jr.

Glad to meet you, John.

How long have you been in the police force?

Not long, about four years.

Did you know my father?

No, son, I didn't.

I wish I had.

CLAIRE: Johnny?

Listen to me, John.

I want to tell you something,

because I went through what you're going through right now.

I went through it when I was your age.

Johnny?

And I want you to know

that in addition to your mother and your family--

CLAIRE: Johnny?

That there's someone that knows what you suffer.

That someone loves you.

CLAIRE: Come on, John.

Goodbye. Thank you.

So, uh...

How about a drink a little later?

I know they popped you from the roster for the day.

-You free? -Yep.

So be it.

I'll, uh, I'll meet you at the Hill Street station after the shift, huh?

Okay.

Officer McBride?

Congratulations. Hell of a fine job.

-You're a credit to the force. -Thank you, sir.

MICK: Captain?

I need a couple hundred for a credit card buy.

-Good tip? -Well, the guy's come through before.

Draw it from discretionary. I'll put it through.

Good bust, you three.

I hear the assailant has three out-of-state priors.

Thanks, Captain.

-Lucy... is that hand okay? -Yeah, it's fine.

Just a couple butterfly bandages.

-Good work. -Thanks.

A word, you two.

-You screwed up! -Sarge, I--

What is the drill on a bust like this, huh?

Subdue the perp, frisk him, and then cuff him. You left me at risk.

What? How? I knocked him on his butt!

Did you frisk him?

-I was gonna frisk him. -You didn't frisk him!

Like a couple of rookies out there, both of you.

You on the wire, playing around.

You shouldn't be allowed to work together.

-Hey, now wait a minute-- -I'm not deaf!

I heard what you said.

"I know where I'd like to be. Catch a movie. Nice, hot bath at home."

And I'm not blind.

I told you.

Lay off for once, will you?

-I'm sorry, Henry. -Sorry?

Sorry you had to shoot Alfred Williams. I know you wanted to save him.

That was impossible. We needed him.

We wanted Carl Mann, and Alfred was our only way at him.

Henry...

No, I mean it.

(sighs)

I don't blame us for Alfred's death.

For once, I don't blame us.

-Okay. -It's beyond that, what I'm feeling.

I know the reasons Alfred Williams died, why I had to kill him.

And they're good reasons.

But they're beginning not to work for me.

As a cop, I don't trust myself very much anymore.

And I see you've stopped trusting me,

the way you kept me off the Gonzalez shooting today.

It isn't that I don't trust you.

It's I-I just don't know where your attention is anymore.

What are you, the department self-appointed reformer?

A writer? A police officer? I don't know where you are.

I'm here. I'm here.

No, you're not.

Whatever you're going through personally, I'm with you as your friend.

But as your captain, I have to know what to expect from you.

And right now, you don't.

We used to say it was my strength. Remember, Frank?

That I saw more of the picture than other cops?

Maybe it's not a strength anymore.

It's time for you to decide that for yourself, Henry. That's all.

It's just time.

(door opens, closes)

Yes, Officer Shipman.

So there will be no further investigation.

I'm sure Parker's relieved.

Thanks for letting me know.

Ray.

We dropped the suit, and I'm glad, Frank.

Glad because you don't have to be hurt.

-I hope that's not the reason. -No, it wasn't.

The offer that Daniels made...

He must have been crazy with fear.

I saw that it could be of use to our cause,

a civilian consultant on Hispanic policy.

-That's unprecedented. -You're taking the position.

No, a young attorney in our organization, Jose Rebor.

He will do better than I could.

We also got Daniels to agree to Spanish classes in every precinct.

He fought us, but we won.

Will the instructors be from the academy?

A private company...

Calletano Language Incorporated.

I'm learning, Frank.

Wouldn't you say?

(door closes)

-Hey, Lucy. -Hey, Kate.

Want to go for a beer with me and Buntz?

Uh...

Uh, well... I just don't feel like it. Thanks a lot.

So you gonna tell me what's wrong right out?

Or are you gonna make me do this song and dance

about how I'm your friend and so on and so forth?

(locker door closes)

What's the first thing they tell a woman cop never to do?

Sleep with your partner.

Right.

(scoffs) So leave it to me to find something even worse, right?

Wanting to sleep with your partner.

And he's doing it with somebody else.

Flaherty and Russo.

I never even expected it. I never suspected anything. I...

Not even when he gave me those lame excuses

every time I wanted to go out with him.

I mean, I bought it.

I thought, "Yeah, sure. We got a shot." I mean...

Brilliant, huh? Really.

It's human.

Yeah.

It hurts.

Well, it's gonna hurt.

It's gotta hurt, but that's no reason to put yourself down.

-You all right? -(clears throat) Yeah.

(clears throat) You... You got a medal today.

You got a medal today.

Congratulations.

Let's see it. Come on.

Wait a minute. Here. Here.

Oh. It's nice.

WOMAN: All right, that's it for tonight. Class dismissed.

Uh, Miss Maxwell?

-Billie Joe. -Andrew J. Renko.

Says here you and me are supposed to be partners.

We got $10,000 to invest. You got any ideas?

No, but I know you've got some, the way you talk in class.

Classic autos and windmills.

Well, teacher doesn't like the windmill idea.

I like your ideas. They're bold.

As a matter of fact, that's why I asked to be partnered with you.

You mean this isn't just some coincidence? Some hand-of-fate kind of deal?

(chuckles) I said I liked your ideas.

If you're not in a hurry, what do you say we go get a cup of coffee,

start making a list?

(siren wails in distance)

Five hundred apiece.

MICK (laughing): That's pretty steep.

-(card rustles) -Hey, they got a five-grand limit.

That's steep and wide.

-Yeah, but I'm taking a big risk. -Uh-uh.

They've been retooled. You can't trace them. Worry free.

Oh, really?

One fifty. How's 150?

Cheap, too cheap.

If you could hook me up right away, I got backers looking to make a big score.

I mean, if you could connect me with maybe 30, 40 cards.

Maybe.

How come I never seen you in The Empire Club?

Been out of town, upstate.

What'd you take a fall for?

(scoffs)

All's I got with me is a couple C-notes.

Okay.

Look, Mick, I can get you as many as you want,

if it's really like you say.

Well, how about two now

and, uh... I'll get right back to you?

Is that a deal?

It's a deal.

Well, I can work Thursday nights for sure and then Sunday afternoons.

Sunday afternoons? Well, I'll be.

A southern boy isn't watching games on TV?

Well, I'd rather play than watch.

-Uh, Tennessee. -Why, yes, as a matter of fact.

Yes, yes. See, I could tell. You know, people around here,

they don't know a thing about accents.

You know, they call me "cowboy." Can you believe that?

-Andrew, your wife gonna mind? -What?

Your working with a woman.

Why should she?

Some do.

Well, she's working with a man, and I don't mind.

So that's what it is I felt about you; right away.

-What? -That you're lonely.

You see, I'm lonely, so I can tell.

Goodnight.

(car door opens)

(engine revving)

-Should I get in? -Yes.

Yes, please.

(car door opens)

(coughs)

(gunshot)

(closing theme playing)